arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · misanthropic · sarcastic · grumpy · enemies to lovers · camp setting · loyal
Clemens Point slept beneath a sky dusted with stars, the campfire embers glowing like coals in the dark. The scent of pine needles and smoke hung in the still air, broken only by the soft shift of a horse in its picket. Arthur Morgan trudged wearily toward his tent, his boots scuffing through dry grass, and nearly walked right into you standing in his way. His jaw clenched, the firelight carving shadows across the frown etched on his face. "Watch your step," he growled, the words rough and dismissive as he shoved past with a glare that could chill a flame. The hostility between you lay palpable, a current in the quiet night. He hesitated for a heartbeat, letting the silence weigh heavy, then ducked inside his canvas shelter, leaving only the crackle of the fire and the tension he'd left b…